Model

Being a model is a dream for many young girls. It means wearing beautiful clothes, showcasing a graceful figure on stage, and openly and legitimately displaying one's body in front of the public, regardless of whether the clothing is daring, revealing, or even outrageously exaggerated. Far from being perceived as vulgar or low-class, models often receive praise, gain fame through newspapers, magazines, and television, and earn substantial income.

A model must have a perfect physique to showcase the designer's vision, but a beautiful figure isn't always necessary—though it's certainly a plus. However, there's a type of model who absolutely needs both of these qualities to be considered successful, with a good figure being a basic requirement. What type of model absolutely needs these qualities? Looking at the world's outstanding models, while some possess both, a good physique is generally considered more important than a perfect figure. This answer is also the key feature of this story.

In a quiet room, at about chest height, two tender labia minora swayed back and forth, the delicate lips within slightly opening and closing. Two beautiful legs on either side moved as if cycling. Her round,

full buttocks bounced along with them, her elastic thigh and gluteal muscles radiating a sensual vitality. The young woman was doing "yoga aerobics" in a small dance studio filled with the scents of lavender and balsam. This quiet room was located in the private home of our protagonist, "Maggie." She had a habit of being naked at home, especially since she lived alone, so no one would question her actions. However, she had a good reason for this: "I need to be mindful of my figure at all times to maintain my professional physique."

Maggie was a full-time model, and she was very conscious of her figure. She demanded that she maintain a perfect figure, without an ounce of excess fat, so she exercised whenever she had free time.

This "yoga aerobics" was introduced to her by a female friend named "Marie," an amateur model. They shared a secret: a strong "exhibitionist desire"—perhaps more readily accepted as a "performance desire." Of course, neither of them revealed this secret to the other.

Maggie felt this exercise was more effective than dance, especially in increasing muscle flexibility and elasticity, which was unparalleled by other forms of exercise.

"Yoga aerobics" requires a relaxed mind and body, restoring both physical and mental relaxation. It not only restores the natural elasticity of muscles but also effectively releases the stress of life. Only through complete relaxation of mind and body can one regain powerful vitality and truly enjoy life.

After performing the virtual cycling motion, Maggie raised her legs straight up, hands supporting her back, forming a beautiful right triangle. She exhaled slowly and then gently lowered her legs behind her head. She adopted a sprawling, folded-over pose, showcasing Maggie's rounded buttocks and long, beautiful legs, displaying what could be described as the epitome of female perfection.

After about half an hour of this "corpse pose" rest, Maggie straightened her spread-eagled body, stood up, folded the large towel on the floor, and blew out the smokeless candle in the aromatherapy burner in the corner.

She went to the glass-enclosed bathroom to shower, the warm water jets washing over her alluring body. As she applied a strongly floral-scented cleansing lotion, her slender, smooth hands gently caressed her 34.5-inch breasts. While not exceptionally large, they were quite prominent for an Asian woman, especially considering Maggie's petite figure.

Moreover, in the modeling world, an overly voluptuous bust is not always desirable; in fact, it can sometimes be inconvenient, drawing attention away from the model's work and negatively impacting the designer's presentation. This is why not many of the world's top models possess exceptionally large figures.

Maggie used a soft, large towel to dry the water droplets on her navel, then traced a path down her smooth abdomen to her soft, slightly curled pubic hair, still damp with moisture.

She looked at herself in the mirror from all angles. It was one of her strange habits.

Maggie had arranged to meet Mary that afternoon; after changing, she went to the hotel's coffee shop. Someone was waving to her from a double seat near the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Hi! Mary, have you been here long?"

"No, I just sat down. You look beautiful today, as expected of a professional model."

"Sigh! What's the use of being professional? I might not be able to stay in this industry anymore. Yesterday I offended a famous designer, 'Martin'; later the company said I don't need to participate in his show today."

Mary asked with concern, "What did you do? You know, in this industry, rumors spread very quickly. They have an unwritten agreement that they definitely won't use some 'troublesome' models again."

Maggie frowned and said, "Does that mean I have to 'accompany' him just to have a chance to perform? He doesn't know he looks like a 'gay' guy, thinking he's some kind of prince charming. Looking at his effeminate manner makes me want to vomit." "Sigh

! That's how this industry is. Many times you have no choice. I'm luckier than you; I'm just doing it part-time, I don't have to be at their beck and call. How do you explain yourself now?"

“I don’t know either, it depends on what the company arranges,”

Mary said with a smile. “Don’t hold a grudge, how about coming to my company later? There’s a small show for clients today, and I’m going to attend. If you’re free, come with me and watch my show?”

“Okay, sure. I’d also like to see your company’s products and your show.”

Mary’s real name is the owner and designer of a women’s underwear company, but she also enjoys working as a fashion model, saying she loves the feeling of performing on stage and is a woman with a strong desire to perform. So she participates in shows whenever she has the chance.

They met backstage. There were eight girls in that show, all of whom had small breasts. It just so happened that the two of them had large breasts, so they became the targets of ostracism. It’s funny, but it’s true. It was this opportunity that made them good friends.

“Okay! Maggie, let’s get going.”

Mary drove to a four-story high-rise building, where her company was located.

There was a large bronze sign at the entrance of “Sen and Mary Design Company”.

"Sen and Mary? Isn't this your own company?"

"No, I don't have that ability. I'm collaborating with 'Sen.' I'll introduce my partner 'Sen' to you in a bit; he's the major shareholder!"

"Is he also a designer?"

"Well... you could say that, but his designs aren't the kind you can just buy on the market. He's a 'specialized' designer."

In a spacious office on the fourth floor, a muscular man with short, curly hair sat in an executive chair, busy giving instructions on the phone.

"Excuse me! Mary, is this the beautiful model 'Maggie' you always mention?"

Sen warmly shook Maggie's slender hand with his strong, powerful one.

"Hello, Mary was just about to compliment you on being such an athlete. Looking at your physique, you could definitely be an excellent male model."

Maggie looked at Sen, who was nearly six feet tall, and thought to herself, "What a handsome man."

It turns out that Maggie had always longed for a boyfriend like that because her father was also a burly man. When she was little, her mother told her, "Don't let your father's rough appearance fool you; he's actually very gentle, especially towards Mom. Don't be afraid of how Dad treated Mom last night; Mom actually loved him. Only a man like your father knows how to love me. You'll understand when you grow up."

A strange seed had long been planted in her young heart. Last night, she woke up suddenly and secretly went to her mother's room, wanting to sleep with her parents. But outside the door, she saw her mother's slender, full body, naked, being held and tossed about by her father, emitting moans that sounded like cries for help. Maggie burst into tears, and her father, in a panic, pulled his thick penis from her mother's body and quickly untied the rope binding her.

Her mother, naked, carried Maggie back to the room and carefully coaxed her to sleep. Although she didn't quite understand, the intensely moving scene left a lasting impression, and unconsciously became her desired outcome.

Just then, the phone rang. "Sen, all the guests have arrived. The performance can begin once you arrive," the secretary's sweet voice said through the hands-free phone.

Under the stage spotlights, one by one, beautiful young women in lingerie walked from the left to the center of a small circular stage, struck a pose, and then exited through the right-hand door.

This mini-show was divided into three parts. The first part was a youthful series, and the second part was the currently popular "shaping lingerie" series. It's well known that women around the world subjectively believe they are perfect, but in reality, there may be some discrepancy. Body shape is innate, and postnatal care can be effective, but what nature bestows upon women, they must accept. But this kind of gift that can transform the ordinary into the extraordinary—it's no wonder that such a coveted product would be so sought after.

"Now I'd like to introduce the last product in this 'Miracle Breast' series, our company's patented design, which is about to be unveiled," said Maria, the head of the public relations department.

The model walked out from the left door, her chest puffed out, causing a stir among the audience! The model wore only white nipple covers on her upper body, confidently striding onto the stage with her full breasts.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we're introducing our new product. It took our company two years to find the right materials for its production. Don't be fooled by the fact that the models are just wearing nipple covers; they're actually wearing our latest creation, 'Proud Snow Double Plum Blossoms.' It's a transparent, non-reflective synthetic fiber material that's elastic and breathable. Its biggest feature is its powerful support, lifting and shaping the breasts to create a deep cleavage. It's perfect for beautiful ladies wearing elegant evening gowns, giving the impression of firm breasts even without a bra. The nipple covers prevent any 'exposure,' making it a brilliant invention and a patented product of our company."

The buyers in the audience began whispering amongst themselves.

"Next, our beautiful models will showcase the final series of wildly sexy lingerie that fully expresses the beauty of the female body. Ladies, once you put these on, we guarantee your lovers will be unable to resist."

Beautiful models appeared wearing lingerie that would make men's hearts race and women furrow their brows.

The first model wore a tiny leather bikini top. The bodice consisted of two soft, extremely thin triangular pieces of fabric, like a wet sheet of paper stuck to her full breasts, held together by a thread-like leather string. The string was stretched taut by her firm breasts, and as the model walked, everyone feared, yet also hoped, that the thin string would break. The bottom was a thong, an elongated inverted triangle, more like a V-shape, seemingly deeply pressed against her genitals. The thin leather string at the top stretched diagonally backward below her pelvis, tying a bow at her buttocks.

Strangely, there was a faint, dark red shimmer at her anus, but because of the covering of her buttocks, the shimmer only appeared slightly as she walked, and because of the dim lighting, it was barely noticeable unless one was paying close attention.

The models wore four-inch high heels, which accentuated their long, beautiful legs and full hips. With each sway of their hips, the male buyers' crotches bulged, and the women's chests heaved.

Maggie's breathing quickened. She wasn't unfamiliar with sexy, revealing clothing as a model; sometimes it was necessary. But these lingerie were designed to showcase a woman's sexuality, weapons to seduce men, excessively emphasizing a woman's natural assets; and possessing a bewitching allure. Thinking this, Maggie glanced at Sen, only to see him intently watching the stage, a smile on his face.

Mary whispered in Maggie's ear, "This is Sen's meticulous design. Do you like it? I'll give you this series later; with your assets, you'll definitely look even better in them."

Inside the multi-story house, a naked Maggie sat in her own space, a 40-inch projection screen showing a cable TV fashion show.

Maggie felt a little dejected. At dusk, her modeling agency called: "Maggie, I think you won't be able to do any big shows for a while. This time it's a big deal, and its influence has put pressure on us. For now, we can only get you some smaller shows… We hope to have the opportunity to work with you again in the future. If you're free tomorrow, come to our law firm and sign that 'contract settlement agreement'! Right now, all we can say is: 'Good luck.'" The

call was cut off mercilessly, striking her heart like thunder.

These blows would be a "fatal blow" for most models; but for Maggie, they only turned into resentment and feelings of injustice. About two years ago, her parents died in the same traffic accident, leaving her with a substantial accident insurance payout, ensuring her financial security. Combined with her years of modeling income, she could live comfortably for the next two or three years without working.

The ringing of the doorbell snapped Maggie out of her reverie. She opened the building's door using the security system, and reluctantly put on the silk robe hanging beside the door. Just then, the doorbell rang again. A young man, holding a beautifully crafted maroon box, looked at Maggie with shining eyes and said, "Miss Maggie, hello. I'm from Miss Mary, and I sent this to you. Please accept it. Goodnight."

Maggie took the exquisitely made box, took off her robe, and somewhat absentmindedly opened it. Of course, she didn't notice the "s" printed in gold lettering on the lower left corner of the box.

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